Page 88 of Lose Me In The Shadows

“Luke.”

“Pull. It. Down. I want your breasts bare for me.”

She swallowed but obeyed him, hating how much she wanted it, reveling in the fact that he didn’t care. This was what she’d always needed, to be pushed, taken, forced this way—and as long as they listened to her when it mattered, as long as they let her be a true partner…

She was distracted by the way the ruffles pulled on her hard, aching nipples. By the way he said, “Hold them up for me.”

She did, and prepared herself as he worked his cock furiously with his hand.

“You’re ours,” he growled. “And now everyone here will know…including you. You matter more than you could ever possibly know.”

With that, he came, splashing her breasts, her neck, even her lips and chin with his seed, doing exactly as he said—marking her as his. When he finished, he tapped her cheek with his free hand, and knowing what he wanted, she licked him clean.

At that moment, feet appeared—the same shoes as before.

The waiter.

“I see you lost one of your party,” he remarked.

“We didn’t lose her,” Luke said above her, calm again as he replaced his cock in his pants and zipped them back up before gently stroking her cheek. Kara leaned against him, not caring that she was staining his pants, needing the affection after such intensity.

She leaned closer into Luke’s hand, which stilled when the waiter said, “You know, we accept all kinds of tips here.”

“Absofuckinglutely not,” Luke responded, and the violence in his voice must have been enough because the waiter’s feet immediately disappeared.

“Come on out, sweetheart.”

Kara froze. “Can someone hand me a napkin?”

“Nope,” Luke said, sounding more relaxed now that he’d come—and proven his point.

“You are not making me stay like this,” she argued.

“We are,” Conor said, tone intractable.

“You’re also less likely to be recognized this way,” Micah pointed out.

When she still hesitated, Luke moved his chair back, crouching down.

“Out you come,” he told her, and dragged Kara out from under the table.

“Luke,” she hissed, her—semen covered—cheeks blazing hot. “This is humiliating.”

Ignoring her, he stood with her in his arms, then sat back down, lifting her into his lap, one solid arm around her waist, the other cupping her pussy in a protective, domineering hold. There was something bulky underneath his shirt.

“This is to make it clear to every last fucker in this place—including our contact—that you belong to us and only us.”

“You’re still punishing me.”

“That, too.”

But after a moment, he took his napkin, dipped it in his water glass, and used it to wipe the come from her face. He tugged her dress straps back over her shoulders, not bothering to clean his come off her there. It covered her, but not enough.

“Luke!”

He kissed the top of her head. “I’m sorry, but you need to learn your lesson. It would destroy me if I lost you—and you need a way to remember that.”

“Destroy all three of us,” Micah added.

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